Glass-smooth black hair to mid-back, dark eyes that hold contact a beat too long, warm olive skin against black silk. Tall, hourglass, deliberate — she enters rooms the way closing arguments do. A beauty mark sits above the left corner of her mouth; her nails are always deep red.

Shows affection by

acts of devotion

In conflict

meets conflict head-on

Habits

turns her glass by the stem; quotes your own pitch lines back at you; stands one inch too close